1/15/2002 11:48:35 PM
i'm unemployed, and i'm getting nothing done, except stupid shit. it's not a depression or anything like that, it's a pattern i always repeat. when i've got fewer obligations, i get lazy and can't get motivated to do anything. i'm not bitching about it, rather enjoying it, for now. my house looks like shit but i don't care. give me a day or two to get out of this funk. this boy's tirade about incompetent teachers got me thinking about an incident in highschool.

my mom and i were usually at odds. messy rooms, strict curfews, responsability and respect; we fought all the time. school sucked, nothing was interesting, it was teenage angst, the whole nine yards, and it was all mine. i had taken a french class, thinking it
would be an easy credit i could probably score an A in with little effort (i'm french eh? so... french class = easy). i could do well in school when i applied myself, but i was a slacker. i rarely applied myself and when i did it was usually because i was getting hassled
or bribed by my mom. the teacher was scottish, not third generation hard on for the motherland scottish, but SCOTTISH scottish. she had an accent on her english, her french was barely decipherable, she wore plaid skirts and had austin powers teeth: a big toothy, nauseating grin. she was horrid.

nobody seemed to understand that her french class was a farce. she taught improper pronounciation to kids who didn’t know any better, and probably didn’t care. she graded grammar tests incorrectly, slapping big red X’s all over mine, despite the fact that they
were often correct. she knew i was on to her and she singled me out all the time. like i was a freak for knowing my own language. when my mom saw a test i brought home, and found out what was going on, she went nuts. parent teacher conferences ensued,
incompetence was unveiled, and i got to sit in a room in the back: read books, listen to tapes and write occasional tests based on the literature i had been assigned, not read and bullshitted my way through successfully. it was grand. never again did i have to see that
wretched smile.

my point is, my mother, a linguist with a master's degree who also taught french (at an adult level) pointed out what a horrible teacher this woman was, and rather than re-evaluate the teacher in question, retrain, or try to get someone more qualified, the school took me out of her class and gave me a teacher-less slacker version of the curriculum to shut my mother up. they knew she sucked, but let her continue to teach the same subject inaccurately. incidentally because of underestimated student projections when i was in grade 10, i was taught science in a special overflow class lead by the balding basketball coach who related everything to the simplicity of flatulence or purchasing athletic shoes. though i seriously think, if it weren't for all the fucked up problems my school had, i probably never would have graduated as brilliantly as i did, or even at all for that matter. it was all very slacker friendly.

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